Wednesday 26 December 2012

HANGMAN – My Blackberry today suggested I add this app ……


……. the minute I looked at it I could help but be taken aback and let myself go back in time to be swept through the corridors of my school. When teachers had their weekly meetings or when we had a free hour or just when we were too bugged to be bothered to listen to what the teachers were going on about ….. HANGMAN was the game to be played.
I cannot remember the last time I played this game…. must have been in my 5thor 6th grade….. but when I played today I felt the same sense of panic that if I click one more alphabet wrong …………….


Sunday 2 December 2012

♫ Its the most wonderful time of the year……with the kids jingle belling and everyone telling you



………………….. “Be of good cheeeeeeeeer” ♪ ♬
ITS HERE !!!! December is finally here in Bangalore City!!! The pink flowering trees in full bloom all over the city seem to be announcing the arrival of the most exciting of months. (if you’ve been all that busy to observe , stick your head out of your high-rise buildings and take a look)
December is here
Outside my home in Jaynagar
Our tenants (a very nice Goan couple) sent us 2 bottles of homemade wine yesterday (Scooby and I have very charmingly convinced our parents that only one bottle was delivered to our place—– Before you run off to make a hasty call to those inquisitive people at Scotland Yard I’ll shine some light on the mystery at hand ……….. You know we are not sure about how it happened, but somehow ;) we finished the first bottle down to the last drop in 2 sips each… and 2 sips each again before the bottles reached the Dining Room)
Anyways if you haven’t got enough clues yet … CHRISTMAS is round the corner. Walked into office singing “Its the most wonderful time” …. It was fun when Marel joined me mid-chorus and we finished the song…. what a start to a Monday morning :)
Between updating my Holiday season reading list……to adding my favourite carols on the music list to listen to on my way to work….. the Catholic Club party invites…  the red wine…. the beautiful winter clothes … wonderful winter clothes SALEs ….. the white wine….. decorating the Christmas tree and the BRILLIANT NIPPY WEATHER …………………
My 2011 Christmas Eve picture
My 2011 Christmas Eve picture
It’s the hap- hap- happiest season of allllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll…………….. ♫

Saturday 1 December 2012

The younger sibling introduced me to this interesting app called SHAZAM ......


......... which identifies music that is being played instantaneously. It immediately got me thinking about the days when a part of a tune I remembered from a song I heard somewhere, would plague me for days and I would keep singing it, lest I forget the song.

I immediately ran downstairs to the room where we have our old cassette player and picked up the many tapes that are still sitting collecting dust on the shelf. Holding those tapes , I almost felt like I was transported back to a time when we used to buy blank tape’s and borrow the original cassette from some friend so that we could collect songs. I had one of those tape recorders which are a double player. Which means I could put the original cassette in one player and the blank cassette in the adjoining player and hit record. Made me quite popular with my school girls (I was quite in demand for my recording services)

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The exercise that was undertaken before any singing competition at school was of mammoth proportions. It required an endless regimen of rewinding-and-playing-the-song-until-you-get-the-lyrics-right. If it didn’t require too much rewinding, we would use a pencil strategically inserted into the tape to rewind just a ye bit. As I was rummaging through the shelf I remembered something...... a hazy memory which suddenly became a very vivid memory. I ran back upstairs to rummage through my cupboard to find an old diary in which I have painstakingly penned down lyrics of almost 50 songs ranging from Maine Pyar kiya to DDLJ. I don’t think I did it right, because some of the lyrics I have written make absolutely no sense whatsoever. ;)

My brother has just found our treasure trove of GnR song tapes  and sitting in my room listening to O Sanam (by Lucky Ali) on a tape recorded during my high school days............... :D

Tuesday 27 November 2012

Just the other day I found an old fountain pen that I used during my school days …..


…. broken nib and everything else intact.
It immediately transported me back to my 4th grade in school when we were all scrawny 10 year old’s on the threshold of graduating to another level in our school life ——— THE PEN USERS. Close to the end of the first term in the 4th grade, it was announced that based on how neatly we maintain our notebooks (in pencils) few students will be allowed to write in their notebooks with FOUNTAIN PENS….
Oh the madness after that was unbelievable. Everyone was writing at turtle-speeds because they wanted to present their best handwritings and be able to graduate to the pen club. I was hoping I would be the first one in my class , but my arch nemesis (at the time) who-used-to-use-her- pinky-finger to space her words was the first person to be awarded the high honour. ( as I’m writing this I can still remember how much importance this event held back when we were 10 years old) ….
Anyway I was the second person and I immediately announced to my parents that I need a HERO PEN (which was promptly shot down… I finally got one of those when I was in 9th grade) , I was provided with a maroon coloured pen which wrote very well and a pot of ink. Within a month the entire class was writing with fountain pens. It was nice to see the different pens people brought to school. There were classmates of mine who had hero pens (and I was stewing away with jealousy)
On that thought , I’m off to fill ink into my Mont Blanc :D